It’s your life, and you’re old enough to take responsibility for your fuckups. And if you let her go, you’re fucking up.” “Says you.” “We talked about this. She lied, yeah, and it sucks. But you guys weren’t in a relationship. It was all supposed to be fun and games. She didn’t owe you anything. She didn’t have to tell you who she was when you were just messing around. Sure, once Pinkie got traded”—he shrugs—“she should’ve come clean, but I also know from an outsider’s point of view, that’s when things were shifting between you, no?”
